If you are the ghost in the glass,
How then are my eyes visible?
You are the blonde in the jinni bottle
Who refuses to be released.
Your offer expired some time ago,
Before the wallet crumbled
With your name still in it
On a dished out cocktail napkin.
I had a chance.
That's what they say.
And what is lost
Creates a pirouette in space,
A tango, the only dance you know,
For a possible return.
But we're closer now than we ever were,
Doppelganger, semblable, you who doesn't understand.
